#anyway who knows I might. come back in the future. eh

[ask-soul-spectre]

((Kitanas's Royal Blender fatality looks like it could be a Saw trap. Like I think John Kramer would make it somehow.))

[nephilimbrute]

ok since you guys don't know anything about my agent 8's personality, i'm doing a huge infodump on them. enjoy

Agent 8; they/them, nonbinary — 24 as of current time, in a relationship with Agent 4 and Captain 3

they're pretty, but also one of the worst people you'll meet. everyone who met them has had something terrible happen to them, basically a bad omen...yet they still think they're a saint! 8 is very narcissistic, but also very self-critical. they think they can be the only one to do something, that they're the best at it...but they know this is wrong, so they hate themself for it

they think they're a very fragile and innocent being, like a deer. they want to live a calm and steady life, no excessively loud or overwhelming sounds and music, just them and their close ones. they enjoy writing poetry and creating art to the likes of vincent van gogh, but also impressionism in general. they have a very bad memory now, so they want to capture the present time as best as they can if it ever gets worse. often times, 8 thinks about any big events that are coming up in the near future (concerts, festivals, etc.). they don't like to think about the future outside of these things (was team present if that wasn't obvious)

they used to be full of emotion, expressing and voicing their thoughts well. but slowly over time, they've became numb to most things to prevent themself from being embarassed by...sadness. they think being upset is embarassing, and are easily annoyed by gloomy people. they have such little sympathy, but it still exists. they are capable of love! it's not hard to crack through their shell, nor do they even have one. 8 themself is aware of how they've changed over the years, and they want to go back to how they used to be; loving, sympathetic, mindful of others. they do feel very sorry for the change in their personality, but the partial sanitization that was done to them makes it difficult to revert to their old self

8 feels like they're putting up a front when they want to be nice, and, they can be compassionate and apologetic sometimes. they deeply wish for anyone who recognized them pre-octo expansion to forgive them, even if they did nothing wrong

because of the whole octo expansion situation, 8 has developed truman syndrome, paranoia, and heavily dislikes anything involving a smart AI or robotics. this is one of the reasons why marina pisses them off so badly. to 8, they think that they've caused no harm, and every mistake they've done was not entirely their fault. they make a lot of people uncomfortable in some way without touching anyone or saying anything. despite all that, they respect people's personal space a lot!..other than pearl and marina, who they used to watch sleep before being kicked out

now, onto their relationships. 8 is doing fine with agent 4, he's nice to them so they like him... but so is cap3, yet 8 might be one of the worst things that ever happened to her. cap3 really wants some alone time and hates being stared at, and 8 does the exact opposite of that. they don't touch her at her request, but they Will stare at her whenever she's doing anything, at any given time. they don't process in their mind that they want to make her uncomfortable, they just sort of...do?

^ i only limited this to a bit so i won't delve Too deep and go off topic. you can ask about that if you want

i guess you could say they have some kind of parental issues? i don't know, they can't remember who their biological parents are anyways. they have a strong attachment to marina though, can't decide if they wanna be her or want her to adopt them. kind of "eh" with pearl, still respects him nonetheless

congratulations! if you've read until the end, here's a human 8 doodle :3

[kassiekole22]

Joy Ride

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

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Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader

Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.

Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. 😂 I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! 🖤 (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? 👀)

Main MasterList: 🖤

Kassie's Angels: @mornandil, @lorebite.

(If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

2002

The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.

I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.

The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.

I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.

"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.

Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"

Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.

"We don't gotta take you home. The night's still—" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "—Well, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."

I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.

"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.

I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.

"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.

He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars. 

But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.

I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.

With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.

I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.

"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.

"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.

I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous game—playing with speed in such a way—but a thrilling one, for sure.

Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"

With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.

Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.

But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.

"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."

I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legend—a local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something else—something friendly and inviting.

"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.

The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.

He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.

So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.

Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the air—the sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.

"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.

"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.

"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."

My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.

I continue to study him—the way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.

"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.

We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite special—maybe even magical.

The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.

I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long one—with plenty of traffic and bumps ahead—but the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

[narrators-journal]

The senku fake dating fic was so good!!! We need a part 2 <3 (this isn't pressure or anything I just find your writing so good and need more :>)

Sorry that this took so long, and that I can’t say with a lot of confidence that this has the same charm as the first part. But I hope it’s an amusing follow-up at least. Senku’s character is...questionable to me? But I may be a bit too close to it. Anyways! I hope you enjoy, and I hope this is as funny as I find it lololol.

“What the fuck was that, Ishigami?!” You snarled with indignant fire in your cheeks as you slammed the hotel room’s door as best the thing would let you. “You asked me to be your date to this stupid fucking thing, so I played your date. What else was I supposed to do?!” He snapped back, his crimson eyes sharp as they glared at you. “Maybe not whip out this wild fucking tale of love at first sight or whatever?!” “I did not say it was love at first sight. I pointedly said you annoyed the shit out of me at first. That’s more realistic.” “Yeah! For a rom-com!” You countered, though the man only flopped onto his bed with a groan as you stood at the foot and glared a hole through him. “Dude, this whole scenario is from some rom-com! Might as well lean into the cheesy crap.” He sighed. “Besides, why are you even mad? My tale was plenty romantic, your aunties and grannies were eating it up. You should be offering to up my pay, not chewing me out for doing my job.” He pointed out after, which only worsened the heat in your face. “Did you not think that this would make it near impossible for them to not ask about you in the future? Unless you’re gonna come to every family reunion, birthday, and engagement party for the rest of our days, I’ll have to tell them we broke up. Then you’ll become that ‘one who got away’ to my family.” You hissed, though you didn’t mention the issue of him having flustered you. That was an unnecessary factor for the red-eyed leek to know as he scrolled on his phone. So, you continued, “I’ll be ten years married and still hearing wistful musings of how my life might’ve been if I’d married that nice young man who was so deeply in love with me or some crap.” “You really over think shit, has anyone told you that?”

You shot your apathetic room mate a dirty look, but he didn’t bother with a glance towards you. Which, you were used to. While you and Senku weren’t best friends, you’d spoken a few times in your time as roomies, and each time, he had a skill for not looking at you as he tossed his barbs and snide remarks like darts. He generally just had a skill for being a bit of an ass too.

Which, on some level, was always fun. It took the pressure off of you to be polite and cordial when he’d trudge out of his room and snatch your coffee from your hands as if he was two seconds from crashing. It was entertaining to swap remarks with him, and hear the, admittedly, funny cuts he could cook up towards you. At least, after you’d met Taiju, and it had truly sunk in that Senku really was just like that with everyone. It was worlds easier to not take offense to being called an elephant or compared to an unsocialized chihuahua when you’d seen him tell Taiju that a rock had more braincells than him without a glance. And maybe, a little endearing..

However, at the moment, that parlay of words and chilly smugness only pissed you off further. It seemed to only dig into the melancholic well of anger, happiness, and embarrassment in a way you didn’t enjoy at all. “Fine then, if I’m just over-thinking, what do yousuggest I do to get rid of any future questions of you?” You asked, your words sharpened by the annoyance at yourself, thankfully. “Easy. Just tell them I died in a car crash.” “SENKU ISHIGAMI.” The only response you got was the leek-haired man’s devious cackle. “That’s a horrible way to handle it!” “Eh, not really. They won’t ask much if they think I died.” He pointed out, almost smug at his suggestion as you growled and flopped onto your own hotel bed. Your face buried into the lavender-scented pillow.

As if he could sense your frustration at the idea, though, Senku did offer an alternative. “I mean, if you really don’t want to lie and you’re so worried about your family missing me, we could just. Date for realsies. That way you wouldn’t have to weave a web of lies. And I could come to your other functions.” Which, sat in the air between you for a long, slow moment while you chewed on it.

When you lifted your head to look at him, he didn’t seem to be lying, he looked as he always did, as if the answer had been obvious, and he was amused at your not seeing it. Though, after what he’d said at the dinner...you couldn’t help but think the glint of amusement in his cherry eyes was an honest, affectionate bit of playfulness. Not pure condescension. But, you were still skeptical as you pushed yourself up from the bed and turned to face him on his own mattress. “Are you being serious? Do you seriously want to date me?” You asked, and Senku shrugged, “Sure. I don’t see why not. Though my pay will have to be upped to fifty a date. I need to pay for next year’s classes.”

You gave a bit of a furious scream and threw your pillow as hard as you could at that. The fluffy, lavender-scented mass able to smack Senku in his laughing face before you flopped back onto your bed. Your back now to him, your cheeks alight with a fresh wave of embarrassment, and his maniacal laugh in the air. Of course the bastard was fucking with you. Senku wasn’t an ass, but he had enough of a mean streak to tease you so viciously. Fine then, fuck face. You’re gonna regret those words, though “Fine since you offered, we’re gonna date. That solves my problem, and you can finally say you get girls.” You snarked, pointedly not looking back at the scientist in a similar way he often didn’t look at you when talking to you. “Fine by me. I need a test subject that’s closer than Taiju is.” Was his simple response. Ever smug, as if he’d won.

God I hate this man.

[generalpalacefishgoop]

Bad reveals to Pomme about Ron

[TRANSCRIPT]

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Ghostie :"What happened to Ron?"

Bad :"Um...poor Ron. We need to visit him. He's been alone."

Pomme :"Who?"

Bad :"Oh um, yeah Pomme, did I tell you about the federation worker that I kidnapped?-"

Pomme :"?????"

Bad :"-while you guys were kidnapped? Oh yeah, so uh basically I kidnapped a federation worker. Locked him in the basement in our house in a little dungeon and um.. fed him nice meals of chicken."

Pomme :"WHY THO"

Bad :"Oh yeah I was trying to get information, like I thought the Federation had kidnapped you. This was before it turned out that they hadn't kidnapped you....but I didn't know that was the case. So, in my defense......anyway...um point is, kidnapped him, held him in our house for a little bit.."

Pomme :"Nah fair enough"

Bad :"Yeah, that's what I'm saying, that's what I'm saying...then um basically....yeah...eventually...he kinda became family...and I let him go...well...that's not true, I didn't let him go, I still couldn't risk him like telling the Fed about what was going on...so uh....-"

Pomme :"Okay wdym family now 0_0"

Bad :"Yeah no he's kinda family now, but he's in a house somewhere. I put him in a little farm. That's not like a saying, like "put him on the farm" and meaning like I killed them, that's not what I mean, I put him on an actual tiny farm that's very cute, I built it. Um...and then lo and behold, got you guys back, showed him to Dapper, and uh yeah, they became "friends"-ish, I think. Eh yeah fun, its a fun little romp, but he's kinda been alone there for a while."

Pomme :"Can we really trust him? D:"

Bad :"Well...Pomme...that's kinda why...he's still...anyway that's kinda why...he is still...-"

Pomme :"mhm?"

Bad :"-on the farm, cuz can I really trust him, I mean I'm pretty sure I can...I don't think he would betray us, but the problem is Pomme, he gets kidnapped...by the Fed again...reveals like info...-

Pomme :"yeaaaaaaah"

Bad :"-about the location...about the fact that I kidnapped him...anyway it just creates this giant pain in the butt. That's just not worth it. So-"

Pomme :"kinda got yourself in annn interesting situation it's the least we can say"

Bad :"Yeah, he's gotta stay kidnapped for a liiiiitle bit longer. But I think he likes it, on one hand, I think he kinda likes being kidnapped um...nah that's not true he doesn't like it at all, um yeah its the least we can say. Exactly, its like "Hey buddy, as soon as we take down the Federation or they agree not to punish and/or kill me...well...try to kill me..for any wrongdoing, then we're golden!

Pomme :"lmao can they kill you?"

Bad :"uh...I mean it hasn't happened yet, Pomme...knock on wood...um but theoretically, Pomme, they could lock me up, which would kiiind of suck. Yeah, getting locked up is kind of on my "no" list of things I'd rather not have happen."

Pomme :"Nahhh we would free you"

Bad :"Yeah no that would- I hope you would free me. I know you and Dapper like to watch a lot of TV and so it might seem fun to keep your father locked away but-"

Pomme :"I'll go to war against them if needed"

Bad :"Aww, thank you, Pomme. I appreciate that. Hopefully, that doesn't come to pass...but at least I know I can count on you and Dapper. Just make sure you guys are taking care of yourselves."

"You know the worse part is, Pomme, even if, today I had been there, or even if, I had the NINHO 2.0 the egg basket egg carton set up today er yesterday, it still wouldn't have saved Empanada. That's the horrible thing, cuz I would've had to get them all set up today. Urgh that's suuuucks. Urrrrrggh."

Pomme :"I mean. I meannnnn. U know me"

"It'll still prevent future accidents"

Bad :"Everything's gonna be ok."

Pomme :"I meannnnn I'll go to war to save any of the people I love you already know that"

Bad :"No I know Pomme, I know... (continues building and stops) Urrggghh I'm so done, all the death, all the pain, all the suffering."

Pomme :"I'm so upset :D They will pay :D"

[sansxreaderbraindump]

CANON (maybe idk how to write his canon like personality bleh) HORROR SANS X PLAYER >:D I'm absolutely dog shit at writing canon personality and have no writing skills other then my LA classes but i forgor 💀 the lessons. but WHO CARES IM WRITING THIS FOR MY OWN BENEFIT. i might delete this in the future idk (￣﹃￣) - Ht sans being the hypocrite selfish sadist paired up with the teasing careless kind of sadist Player who was the main cause of this mess. - slightly Canonized Horrortale sans x player: The most toxic yaoi couple in the underground. /hj - imagine Player just one day comes back and sees the whole entire hellhole the underground have gotten. "Well this is interesting :)" - He hates the fact that he can't hurt you in any way, he learned that when he first tried to "hand drill" you. it drain some of your health but didn't hurt you in a way that you felt any pain, you just stared at him and grinned, flat on laughing at him. "WOW! this is new, show me more.~ =)" - he has quite a grudge against you since you left them down there , he misses you but doesn't admit it. (he would never miss but eh i said slightly canonized) - You love to tease him all day and say the most out of pocket things that catches him off guard. - Every few rare moments, you trace your fingers on the sharp edges of his head wound. you pricked your finger one time. - Horror: *rips out your entire arm* Player, blushing: OMG!! awww sans, I didn't know you felt that way about me~! - He obsessively hates you but you are into that, you horny fu- - I envisioned a fanart of horror sans biting into player's shoulder, looking at them with a hateful glare. blood dripping down their chest and shoulder like a river while player grins at him, patting his head like some he was some sort of dog. (edit: i want to add 2 more things (>'-'<) - he is very much tired of your teasing shit but tbh you make things more interesting now you're back. - That One time that he would never forget, as usually he was having stomach pain from the hunger. Until you gave him a Glamburger from your cell A inventory. It looked fresh like before everything went to shit, he couldn't believe it once he first held it. He didn't ate it right away, he rather stared at you instead and asked you "Why?" but you didn't reply, no insults, no jokes. You turned and walked away to go find your current vessel.... - "alexa play "bark like you want it" by sir Mix-A-Lot" AHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA >:) /hj

anyways I'm done, thank you for reading my ted talk. ill see ya my little goobers later. *TheFatRat - Xenogenesis starts playing*

[madame-fear]

Hi lovely, could you do a jace x female reader Imagine where they kind of hate eachother and always try to out do eachother but then they get betrothed and are forced to tolerate eacother and they end up falling in love.

— in a slowburn

a/n : i did my best to describe Vermax lol i'm not sure but i think he was green?? anyways,, enjoy this hun! 🥰💕and damn this might be LONG because i got carried away with this one– side note : (n/n) = nickname, and at the last moment before publishing i just re-read that you wrote 'imagine', but since i wasn't so sure if you meant imagine or one shot, i made a 1-S👉👈 if you meant otherwise, feel free to tell me and i'll gladly re-do it!

summary : request word count : 4.2k (longer than usual, eh?)

characters included : jacaerys, rhaenyra, vermax, and reader/you.

genre : fluff.

A frustrated, tired exhale was heard coming from your nose, as the palm of your hand held the weight of your head by being placed on your chin and your eyes scanned the view as you got near Dragonstone, ready to meet your betrothed.

You weren't exactly eager about your betrothed, mainly, because you were to be wed with the cocky, eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the young Prince Jacaerys, who was the future heir to the Throne, as well. None of you could stand each other, constantly trying to out-do each other, and he always found a way to make a fool out of you, somehow. This earned you some scolding from both your parents, which are close to each other, but this made no difference to the way you felt towards each other... and yet, your parents had no better idea than to betroth each other.

Your father, as he sat beside you in the carriage that took your House to Dragonstone, turned around to look at you dreadfully staring through the window. His lips were turned into a thin, straight line, and extended his hand to rub your shoulder tenderly, in a comforting way. “My love,” he began, speaking with a soothing voice as to offer you some calm. “I know none of you aren't exactly keen of this betrothal and aren't quite fond of each other, but this is merely a political arrangement to show union between our Houses, and realms.” you sighed at his failed attempt to comfort you, and he continued. “It will take a while until you properly bond with each other, but the time will come, as you'll be spending time together. I've known the young Prince since the day he was born, and he's actually a lovely gentleman.” shaking your head in total disagreement at his statement, you partly opened your lips to object against it, but he stopped you, as he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

“But you have to remember: if it doesn't work out and none of you tolerate each other anyways, you can always secretly be with the person you desire the most, since this is a political arrangement.” your father made sure to stress the last part, so you could at least find some peace at the idea of being able to ignore your betrothed behind close doors. Your lips now formed a straight thin line as well, sighing in defeat, and nodded in agreement to him. “Very well, father. I shall keep that in mind.” a broad smile grew on his face, and leaned to place a gente kiss on your forehead, making you smile as well.

The two of you then went back to sitting and staring at the window, and your father's words echoed through your head as you became nearer and nearer to arriving to Dragonstone. A slightly overwhelming anxiety rose on your chest, but you could only hope the best – and of course, you knew it'd take you quite some effort to tolerate the young Prince, who had been your "enemy" for a while now.

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The welcoming upon your arrival to Dragonstone was very warm and comforting, as always. Rhaenyra was excellent when it came to welcoming hosts and guests, since she was a very calm and sweet woman who had also known you since you were a newborn.

You were particularly charmed by her warm welcoming of your House to the Castle, but the idea of being betrothed to someone as cocky as her eldest son was simply overwhelmed you with frustrarion, and utter annoyance that you couldn't bare anymore. It was hard for you to accept that idea, but you knew you'd have to get over it eventually – and besides, it was only to show union between your Houses, and then you could be with whomever you truly wished to be; and that didn't seem so bad, after all.

Queen Rhaenyra had given you a small, rapid tour around the Castle even though you had already visited it several times previously – but since you were going to live in there with your arranged betrothed, you'd have to know it properly. And of course, as expected, you had the unluck of stumbling upon Jace as his mother talked to you about the Castle, and showed you around. Both your eyes met, and you sent death glares to each other, already being more annoyed at your presences, barely being able to tolerate each other.

Him, noticing you, tried to do his best to pass unnoticed by his mother as she was distracted rambling about the Castle and it's origins, and quickened his step to leave the room – a horribly, horribly attempt at avoiding you. Rhaenyra obviously noticed him, and being the woman who gave birth to him and knows him better than anyone, knew he was so badly trying to avoid and escape the dreadfulness of talking with you.

“My boy,” she sweetly spoke, catching his attention and making him stop on his track. Releasing a deep, tired sigh, he turned around to look only at his mother, trying to ignore you. “Yes, mother?” he inquired, eyes still not leaving his mother's icy blue ones. “Why don't you take the sweet (y/n) to visit and meet Vermax?” she said, Jace's polite smile to his mother slightly fell downwards. “I'm certain she's never seen a dragon before, and it might be a nice way of bonding with each other.” her eyes went from looking into his coffee-coloured eyes, to yours – who seemed to be as horrorised about the idea as he was. His lips had partly opened to object against it, but quiet, incoherent mumbling came from him, preferring not to discuss with his mother, and sighing in defeat. “Fine.” he retorted, nearly in between clenched teeth; his eyes now finding their ways to yours. “Come, follow me.” looking into your eyes in a fiery, irked way, he motioned his head for you to follow him, and began walking away.

Mimicking his defeated sigh, you began following him, practically dragging your body as you walked. Before fully leaving, you turned around to look at Rhaenyra, and gave her a warm, kind smile as you waved goodbye. “See you later, your Grace.” you respectfully curtsied her, and kept walking, following Jace as he made his way to Vermax's dragonpit. A broad smile formed into her lips as well, waving goodbye back to you, and watched as the two of you silently left – hoping her plan of setting you up together to bond would work.

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“So, have you ever ridden a dragon before?”

the words lazily slipped from his lips, notoriously being effortless in trying to initiate a slightly normal conversation with you. As you walked behind him, you rolled your eyes at him, and lightly shook your head in disbelief. “Do I look like I could've possibly ridden a dragon before in my life?” you questioned, already annoyed by his stupid ways of trying to talk with you, knowing none of you could tolerate each other. “Why would've your mother forced you to drag me here, if that was the case?” you continued, now making him roll his eyes in response.

“That's a no, then.” at his short, mumbled answer, you tiredly sighed and kept silently walking behind of him. You had only been walking for some minutes, but as time passed, it progressed to be worse, and even more dreadful. The only way you could distract yourself was by getting lost in a trance of thoughts, and mindlessly following him – but you didn't have much opportunity to do so, since as soon as you started wandering around your own mental world, the vivid sunrays hitting your head and faces suddenly disappeared; as well as the hot warmth that came with it. Jace quickly stopped on his tracks, making you nearly bump into him, and moved away slightly, realising you were too close to him. Your eyes lifted to see the environment both of you just had gotten in, only to realise you had already arrived to the ill-lit dragonpit, making you gulp with a sensation of an uncomfortable, growing anxiety for not knowing what to expect.

“Rytsas, Vermax.” as an automatic response, your head shoot to look back at him in sudden surprise at hearing him speaking in a language you assumed it was High Valyrian; a language Targaryens often spoke in, as your father had told you. Your eyes darted to whatever thing he was staring at, only to find yourself with an enourmous fern green-coloured dragon, blood-red spines, and with bright daunting amber eyes who stared deep into yours with curiousity. It was far bigger, and certainly, far more threatening-looking than you had imagined whenever you heard someone speak about dragons – causing your eyes to widen, and gulp with disquietude: trying to move as slow and cautious as possible, trying not to alarm the dragon. You could only find yourself staring at Jace with awe as he walked towards the dragon, and pet it under it's scaly chin as if it were some sort of cat. Noticing you had walked some steps backwards, and simply stood there mesmerised, he turned around to look at you with a growing smirk.

“Come and pet him, don't simply stand there. I promise he won't bite you.” strangely enough, his voice softened at the sight of you being minorly afraid of such dragon, but still remained slightly sassy and sarcastic. You started very gently and carefully walking towards him, and the dragon – whose eyes kept staring you up and down, causing you to nervously gulp. With his free hand, he dragged you a bit nearer to both of them so you could quicken your pace, making your body stiffen at his touch, and at being so close to the dragon, to the point where you could feel it's hot breath. “If you want to greet him,” he whispered, leaning his body closer to yours. “You can do it by saying Rytsas.” you looked at him, and gave him a quick nod – your eyes going back to stare at the dragon. “Rytsas... Vermax.” you had made a short pause as you tried to quickly remember his name, and extended your hand so it could smell it: which of course, the large greenish dragon rapidly extended his neck to smell not only your hand, but as well as your arm, and a bit of your neck as if he were analysing you; the hot, fiery breath huffing made your body shiver at the ticklish feeling.

Then, he went to smelling your hand once again, and licked it in agreement, causing you to nervously giggle at it, and flinch at the raspy feeling of his tongue. “Why don't you try petting him?” Jace asked, now being softer with you, but a teasing smirk remained on his face. Being mesmerised with the moment – and in complete joy at being liked by a dragon – you did as he told, and extended your hand a bit more, tenderly petting Vermax's scaly texture, immediatly earning a cat-like purring from it; seemingly enjoying the way your fingertips caressed his scales. “See? I told you he wouldn't bite you.” Jace spoke, once again. “If he ever felt threatened by you, he would roast your skin alive in a second.” as you kept petting the dragon's scales, your eyes shot up to give Jace a death glare, still being slightly frightened at the presence of a dragon, and being very careful around it. He rolled your eyes at your face. “But that didn't happen! It seems as he likes you already, so congratulations.” you clicked your tongue as an annoyed response trying to shut him up, and focused yourself back on the dragon; whom you couldn't help but find adorable at how much he resembled a cat in personality.

As you tenderly kept petting the dragon, and lowly cooing at him as if he were a common domestic pet, Jacaerys stood by your side, petting a bit of the dragon's chin as well – and silently admired the way your face lit up at such astonishing, and unique moment. As much as he hated to admit it – even to himself –, he couldn't help but feel a certain soft spot for you grow, noticing how gentle you actually were. Maybe... you wouldn't be so bad, after all.

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The following days after Jacaerys presented Vermax to you, you had began to talk slightly more with each other, and the way you constantly insulted and tried to out-do each other decreased for a small bit. Which, for Rhaenyra and your parents, that was more than enough – and the three of them always looked for new situations to pair the two of you together.

Some of the ways they had found to set you together were small and insignificant, but helpful for your relationship. This included: attending High Valyrian classes together – and often teasing with each other to see who speaks it better –, going to watch him as he trains with his younger brother, going to the library together to read your favourite books, and sitting next to each other while having dinner: which that also worked, because you always ended talking together, and occasionally if you had guests, spilling some tea about people.

What never failed to make you talk and bond together, was mostly being taught in High Valyrian together – and speaking in it to each other –, and visiting him to his training. Oddly enough, whenever he noticed you were specially eyeing him as he trained, a strange fluttering sensation had recently began arosing his chest; never failing to make him slightly lose his concentration and focus on the sword fighting. And what was more odd, was the fervent need of trying to impress you with his skills... much to his dismay, and disliking at the newly-discovered feelings.

Occasionally, Rhaenyra often insisted him on taking you to the library more frequently, and to the Garden as well, so you coul swoon over the sweet sight and scent of some flowers she knew they were your favourite. As much as that frustrated him at the beginning, he had slowly incorporated those moments on his daily routine, and he had found himself enjoying said moments together. Not only you enjoyed being taken to the Garden, but silently reading together in the library was something you could often be found doing together... and he had grown fond of it.

At the present moment, he was kindly taking you back to your chamber after a long day of learning High Valyrian, training, and now, you were coming back from quietly reading your most beloved books in the library. The whole time he walked by your side, following you to your chamber, there was an awkwardly shy silence in between the two of you. The large halls were dimly lit, but enough for the two of you to see where you were walking to.

“Oh, here we are!” you abruptly stopped on your tracks, breaking the awkward silence formed. Before you entered your chamber, you turned around to look at him with a warm, polite smile. “I must admit, I had quite a lovely time with you...” in shyness, you lowered your gaze to the floor, as a small blushing crept on your cheeks. “Thank you, Jace.” his nickname smoothly escaped your sweetly-looking lips, making his eyes widen a bit in realisation that you had never called him that way before, only by his full name: a warm fluster taking over his face as well. “I mean! Jacaerys. I'm sorry.” much like him, you had realised you just called him by his nickname for the very first time, and quietly apologised to him as you corrected yourself. In response, he shook his head and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“No no, it's alright, you can call me Jace if you're comfortable with it... as long as I get to call you (n/n).” your eyes lifted to look into his warm coffee-coloured eyes, feeling soothed at the loving smile he offered you, making you goofily smile back and nod. “Y-Yes, of course you can.” you shyly mumbled, slowly beginning to fidget with your fingers at the strange sensation of nervous, yet jolly anxiety arising on your chest at his touch, and smiling. “We should really go to sleep now, before anyone scolds us.” you nervously giggled, your eyes once again on the floor, earning a small chuckle from him as well. Before he could open his mouth to reply anything, you once again spoke: “but we'll see each other in the morrow once again!” mimicking him, you placed your hand on his shoulder, and tip-toed to place a quick kiss on his cheek... the very first one.

The previous fluster on his face increased upon feeling your soft lips shyly pecking his cheek, as his smile grew broader with satisfaction. “Of course. See you in the morrow.” he replied, now placing a tender peck on top of your head. “Have a sweet sleep... princess.” the endearing nickname was something he had struggled for a short seconds in saying, but finally ended up saying it – making your heart flutter even more, as you watched him turn around, and make his way towards his chamber.

“Yes, you too.” you awkwardly answered in a low tone, but simply seemed to be as if you talked to yourself. As soon as he disappeared from your sight, you swiftly opened the door of your chambers – closing it a bit loudly behind of you – and threw yourself on your bed with pure feelings of joy, and rapture. Gods, you never thought you'd ever feel this way with him... but now, you were more eager than ever to your upcoming wedding, which seemed to make you feel even more nervous at the simple thought of it.

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The night before your so awaited wedding had finally come, leaving everyone to prepare themselves for it, as well as have the preparations for the ceremony be ready.

While everyone else was already submerged into a deep slumber, you were just recently preparing yourself to sleep after having fidgeted and smothered yourself with nervous thoughts as you stared through the window for hours. The trembling on your hands made it nearly impossible for you to untie the strings on the back of your dress, but in the end, you were successful, and changed yourself into your silky nightgown. Taking deep, calming breathes as you stared at yourself through the mirror, you mentally prepared yourself for the big day that was just a few hours away. You lifted your shaky hands, preparing yourself to remove your jewellery, but you were interrupted by an unexpected, sudden knock on your door.

Thinking it might be someone from your family coming to visit you the night before your wedding, you turned around and made your way to the door, swiftly opening it, only to encounter yourself with your betrothed and now future husband with both his hands behind his back, and a broad smile on his lips. Your eyes widened with shyness and surprise as you realised you were only in nightgown, and a blush began creeping around your cheeks, and neck. “I wasn't expecting to see you here. What a... lovely surprise.” as you spoke, you stammered slightly with nervousness. “I apologise for the surprise at these late hours. Would it be alright if I came in?” he inquired in a low, soft tone. You gave him a single nod in agreement, and moved aside letting him in. As he carefully sat on the edge of your bed, you closed the door, and made your way once again towards the mirror; struggling to remove your earrings as he watched you do so.

“What brings you here?” your lips quivered with excitement at being alone with him – it was a mix between happiness, and nervousness combined as you tried to start a conversation with him. Both his hands were now clasped together and sitting on his lap, his eyes carefully scanning your body up and down. “I came to visit you before we got wed, and...” making a brief pause, he stood up from your bed, and slowly walked towards you. “I also came to apologise.” his hand softly moved the hair from the back of your neck, as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Apologise?” you questioned, as a straight line formed in between your eyebrows. “What for?” as you finished asking, his hands finished swiftly brushing away all the hair covering the back on your neck, and focused on unclasping your golden necklace.

“For having treated you so badly before our parents betrothed us together, and for having been rude.” the way he spoke was soft and quiet, as he finished removing your necklace, keeping it on his hand as his eyes stared deep into yours through the mirror. “I must admit, shortly before we got betrothed, my thoughts often wandered around you.” his hands were once again behind his back, and his head was now tenderly placed on your shoulder; eyes never leaving yours. “As much as I hated thinking about you, I could not help but wonder how your lips would feel against mine.” his gentle breath hit your neck, making your body get shivers at the feeling, as a shy smile shaped on the corners of your lips. His hands went from being behind his back, to being wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. “You have no idea how grateful I am for being betrothed to you, even if I slightly dreaded the idea of it at the beginning... but now, I can see how lucky I am.” a nervous chuckle spewed from your lips, your eyes lowering to the floor, and your hands caressed his arms wrapped around your body.

“I think... I love you, (y/n), more than anything. And I can't wait to refer to you as my beloved lady Wife.” your eyes now shooted back to look into his through the mirror, whom stared at you with pure love and admiration. The fluster on your cheeks grew wider, and now fully had a rose-red coloured. Slowly, you turned around to stare at him more personally, and his hands went now to hold your waist, and yours to his chest. “And I love you too, Jacaerys Velaryon. I've realised I am grateful to soon call you Husband.” your hands leisurely made their way from his chest, to cupping both his cheeks. “Can I...” your faces were practically inches away from each other, and his eyes lit up at the sight of how truly beautiful you looked up close. “Can I kiss you? Only if you're comfortable, of co–” before he could finish speaking, you dragged him closer to you, and tightly pressed your lips against him, savouring the sweet taste of his lips.

His body stiffened at the sudden contact of your lips needily pressed against his, but it didn't take him long until he gave into the kiss; the grip on your waist tightning, as your hands went to the back of his head, and slightly messed with his brunette hair. None of you had imagined yourself on this situation before... No, actually, you did imagine yourself some times, hoping to be in this situation someday, but never thought you'd ever get to it – however, here you were, melting under each other's touch, and clinging to each other as if your life depended on it. As much as you wished to stay this way forever, your lips slowly parted away from his, and softened the needy grip on the back of his head, half breathless.

“We are to be wed soon. Please don't ask for permission to kiss me, dear Husband.” you gave him a teasing smirk upon seeing his dark crimson flustered face, and a goofy smile plastered on his lips. Your hand on the back of his head slowly descended back to cup his cheek, and lovingly caressed it with your thumb. “I love you. I promise, I'll stick to your side no matter what.” your hands now left his face, but instead, you threw yourself at him with arms wide open, embracing him into a tight, warm hug – your head now being pressed against his chest, listening to his soothing heart beat. Without a second thought, he immediatly returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back up and down. J placed a few small pecks on top of your head, and then rested his chin on it.

“I love you too, and I'm sure you'll make a fine Westerosi Queen, my dear...” he briefly paused, as he could already picture his future life with you by his side. “in fact, the prettiest and most loving Queen of all of them.” his voice was soft, and low, as he kept you secured around his arms. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you could hear his heart beat pounding faster with every passing second... slowly feeling more and more comforted by the warmth of the moment surrounding you, hoping you could forever stay in this position.

You knew, that for the rest of your life, you'd be safe, protected, and genuinely loved in the arms of your Prince, and future Husband... your King.

[theboywithburninghands]

Is it possible to write a Funnybunny/Buttonblossom story without Pomni? I dunno, but I just did. Anyway, this one is a little on the short side, but it took a complete 180 from where I was originally going with it. And I think the result is good, one of the better things I’ve written… That said, it is a little bit on the heavier side. So I’ll drop a small content warning just in case, but really it shouldn’t be any rougher than your average romance movie. Hope you enjoy!

Young and Dumb

t/w: angst, relationship drama

Another day came to an end. The adventure, forgettable. Somewhat unpleasant, but nobody died or got maimed. Dinner was fine, digital spaghetti and meatballs. The performers said their goodbyes and headed off to bed. With the exception of two.

Ragatha left the tent, holding Layla, the music-playing microphone beetle that Kinger picked up from a few adventures ago. It was Ragatha’s turn with her, and the doll-woman wanted to savor the opportunity. She walked a long way to her favorite retreat; a copse (Dark Souls II taught her that word) far in the back of the woods by the Digital Lake. She didn’t love the woods on account of her fear of bugs with too many legs, but there were so few places to be well and truly by herself around here. It was like what Kierkegaard said. There can’t be joy without risk.

Or… maybe that was faith without risk. Who the hell was Kierkegaard anyway..? Eh.

She came to her small thicket, or “copse.” It was distinguishable from the rest of the woods by the mossy boulder in the middle of it, softly illuminated by the digital starlight. Ragatha spent many evenings sitting on that boulder. Sometimes she cried for hours. Sometimes she screamed in rage until her voice was completely dried up. Sometimes she just laid on the boulder and stared at the sky. Once she laid there until dawn.

She first checked the rock for any insects, before sitting cross-legged on it, smoothing out her dress. She placed Layla down on her lap, the microphone-beetle looking up at her expectantly.

Ragatha: Layla, play… Into the Great Wide Open by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers.

Layla nodded and began to play a heartland rock song. Ragatha closed her eye and let the music take her away. Hardly even realizing it, she began to sing along.

Ragatha: “Eddie waited ‘til he finished high school

He went to Hollywood, got a tattoo

He met a girl out there with a tattoo too

The future was wiiiide open…”

Jax: You’re kinda flat, Dollface.

Ragatha opened her eye and turned about on the boulder. Jax was leaning against a tree, his eyes also closed, with his hands tucked behind his head. Ragatha rolled her eye and tapped a hand to her lips.

Ragatha: Shh. Listen for a second.

The two of them remained quiet as Layla played Ragatha’s selected song. Ragatha swayed in time with the music, relishing every last note, before it concluded about three minutes later. She then smirked at Jax.

Ragatha: Ill met by moonlight, proud Jax.

Jax: What’d you say?

Ragatha: It’s from Shakespeare. What’s up? If you’re here to put a centipede down my dress again, you might as well get it over with.

Jax: Nah. It’s way funnier when you’re not expecting it. Can I join you? *points to the boulder*

Ragatha: Sure.

Ragatha scooted over as Jax strutted to the rock, sitting down and crossing a leg over one knee. There was a moment of somewhat awkward silence before Jax spoke up.

Jax: New kid is adjusting pretty well.

Ragatha: Mmm. She’s definitely a fighter. At least in an emotional way.

Jax: Think she’ll outlast us?

Ragatha: Come on, Jax, you know I don’t like thinking about who’s gonna abstract next. Hopefully nobody.

Jax: That’ll be the day.

Ragatha: …Well, I know for a fact it’s harder to completely give up hope when you have feelings for someone.

Jax shot Ragatha a look, who met it with a small, confident smile. The rabbit sighed and rolled his eyes. He balled his fists for a moment before unclenching them.

Jax: …Did she have fun?

Ragatha: Huh?

Jax: At the theme park. With Pomni. Did you have fun?

Ragatha: …Yeah. I did. It’s the same old rides, but… it’s a whole different experience having someone to share it with. To see react to stuff, y’know?

Jax: Did you two make out~?

Ragatha: Ugh, don’t be a creep.

Jax made some obnoxious kissing sound effects.

Ragatha: You know, I could ask you the same thing! Did you make out with her?

Jax: *immediately* Yeah.

Ragatha: Wh- *blushes* Oh. Uh. Hm. Wait, you can kiss people? Do you even have lips?

Jax: Huh? What are you talkin’ about?

Ragatha: No, I’m just thinking about the logistics of the whole situation, does she like… kiss you on the teeth?

Jax: I got lips, genius. *closes his mouth around his teeth*

Ragatha: Yeah but can you pucker them? Or do you just sort of… bump your lips against hers?

Jax: You’re reaaaally into my kissing techniques there, Dollface. There something you’re not telling me?

Ragatha: Dream on.

Jax: More like “have nightmares.”

Ragatha: Ha! Even if I were to kiss you, which I won’t, I think you’d find it perfectly acceptable at the very worst.

Jax: At the very best. At the very best I find it acceptable. At the very worst, I might puke in your mouth.

Ragatha: Jax! Blech… *sticks out her tongue* You always take it too far…

Jax: You all just don’t take it far enough...

Ragatha: Oh whatever. It makes me happy you’re enjoying your time with Pomni.

Jax: Why wouldn’t I? She’s… she’s alright. *he blushes faintly*

Ragatha: Yeah. She is alright. I’m really proud of you.

There’s a prolonged silence.

Jax: What?

Ragatha: I said that I’m proud of you.

Jax: You’re… “proud of me?”

Ragatha: Yeah. You’ve come a l-

Jax: What do you mean you’re proud of me, proud of me for what?

Ragatha: For-For finding someone that helps you get through the days, you know? It's hard to keep going.

Jax: That wasn’t what you were going to say. You said “I’ve come a long way.”

Ragatha: Oh. Well… I dunno. I can tell you’re softening up a little.

Jax: Huh?

Ragatha: I mean, Pomni is good for you. You’re not nearly as… well, as much of a jerk as you were before. Sometimes you need someone in your life that grounds you.

Jax: So what’s she doing for you?

Ragatha: What do you mean?

Jax: Well she makes me less of a jerk. What does she do to help your personality, huh? Or do you not need to change anything?

Ragatha: Hey now, I wasn’t saying anything like that.

Jax: But you get to be “proud” because the new girl makes me better? Like you got nothing to fix or already have romance figured out.

Ragatha: Jax, it’s a compliment!

Jax: Alright, look. *he stands up* I’ll let you kiss Pomni, but you don’t get to talk to me like I’m your baby brother.

Ragatha: Sorry, you'll let me kiss Pomni? And I mean, I am eight years older than you…

Jax: Oh so you do think I’m a kid, nice.

Ragatha: Jax, you know I didn’t mean it like that-

Jax: Amazing. It’s not enough you get to treat me like a child, you get to come into my relatio- my, my- you get to come into my life and take my girlf- *the words catch in his throat and he stops*

Ragatha: What..? *she stands up* Jax, where is this coming from? You told me you were okay with sharing!

Jax: Yeah, well… maybe I’m not so much.

Ragatha: You... Pomni said-

Jax: I know what I told Pomni! I told her…

There's another lengthy pause

Jax: I told her what she wanted to hear!

Ragatha: You…

Jax: She was freaking out over liking you, so I just bit the bullet and told her it was fine so she wouldn't flip out. I thought I could deal with it… But you know what? I can’t! It hurts just a liiittle bit to have someone you… the… the first person who you ever really cared about in this dump just up and decide that you’re not good enough for them and go find someone else! Especially if your replacement is some condescending knock-off!

Jax poked her hard in the left shoulder, and Ragatha slapped his hand away instinctively.

Ragatha: Jax, stop it!

Jax: No, no, you know what? Keep her! I’m just a dumb kid, right?! It’s pretty d@#& clear I’m not cutting it anymore! I hope you two have fun! I’m better off alone!

Layla piped up with a peppy late nineties techno beat upon hearing Jax’s words. The corner of the rabbit’s mouth twitched with rage.

Jax: Oh you think you’re funny..?

Ragatha: Jax, she doesn’t know any better-

Before Ragatha knew it, Jax had his hands around the beetle, who gave a squeal of feedback at being grabbed so tightly.

Jax: You little-!

The rabbit reared back

Ragatha: NO JAX DON’T!

Jax threw Layla hard into the woods, the tiny creature rocketing into the treeline. Ragatha gasped and ran after Layla, falling to her knees and palming around in the tall grass for her. She eventually felt a small round body and pulled it free from the leaves of grass.

Ragatha: Layla, are you okay? You didn’t hit a tree did you?!

Layla’s eyes twirled in circles before she blinked the confusion away and shook her head “no.”

Ragatha: *gives a long sigh of relief* Jax! Why would you-

Upon turning around, the rabbit was nowhere to be found.

Ragatha: Jax?

——

Jax made it to the edge of the forest. He panted and grabbed the sides of his head. His chest hurt. Shame and fury and guilt grappled in his stomach like a knot of snakes.

Jax: It’s late. I should… I should sleep.

He said this aloud to himself, a pitiful attempt to calm his emotions like twisting the cap back on a bottle of soda that was about to erupt with fizz. He just wanted to go back to his room. So he started walking.

His throat hurt. He kept walking. His vision became blurry. He kept walking. His cheeks were getting wet. He kept walking. His breathing hitched. He stopped walking. He fell into a squat. He got back up. He walked to the lake shore and sat.

He cried. For the first time in years, he cried.

And he cried.

And he cried.

[spiderlandry]

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i had a chad idea that i think you would write so well!! can you please do a singer!reader x chad fic where the reader is a famous singer and chad goes their concerts and already knows all the words to the songs and he’s just super fun and supportive?

thank you so much!

this is such a cute idea <3 i used to dream of being a singer when i was a kid (until i realized i was bad LOL) so this kinda felt nostalgic for some reason. i’ve also never been to a concert so sorry if it’s not accurate!

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warnings: mentions of ghostface murders, kissing, established relationship, takes place (kinda) way into the future lol, not proofread i apologize

voice — chad meeks-martin

Chad had never been more proud in his life.

You’re in the dressing room, sitting at the vanity mirror about two hours before the show starts. You’d been talking to Chad who is sitting on the tiny couch while you bounce with nervousness in your seat. It’s your biggest show yet, and though you’ve performed time and time again during the tour, the fact that it’s thousands of people coming to see you still makes you giddy.

“God, I’m fucking nervous.” You look to him with those puppy eyes that endeared you to him when you first met in college.

He stands up and walks over to you, cupping your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, alright?”

You smile, putting your hands around his torso. (You’ll never get used to the feeling of his abs.)

“How did I get so lucky, hm?” You whisper. “I can’t believe you’re here.” And he knows you’re not just referring to how he’s gone overseas, paying out of his own pocket—though you offered to pay, he refused—just to see you perform. (You still gave him a discount.) You’re also referring to everything you’ve gone through together, including the ghostface murders.

“I think that’s my line,” he grins. “You’ll do great out there, by the way. I’ll be down there singing along, as always. And…I gotta go.”

“Do you really have to go?”

“You know I have to, I need to get a good view.”

“You always have a good view of me, though.”

“Oh, yeah?” He snickers, leaning in for a kiss.

“Yeah.” You slot your lips over his, melding together perfectly as it always had been.

You pull back first, and he almost whines.

“You’re the one who said you have to go, remember? Get a good view.” You tap his chest as he pouts.

“Well, Anika’s probably coming soon anyway. I don’t wanna face her wrath.”

For previous concerts, you hired Anika as your head costume designer as she studied fashion design and it worked out well because you were already friends—so you decided to take her on tour as part of the team.

As if on cue, the door opens and Anika is standing at there, beautiful as ever.

“Hey,” Chad drags out the word, like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “Look who we have here, what a surprise, eh?”

Anika rolls her eyes, unsurprised at Chad’s antics, almost annoyed. But the slight upturn of her lips says otherwise. “Go. They need to get dressed, dingus.”

As she pushes him out of the room, he exclaims, “Dingus is my thing!” while the door closes on him.

“How do you feel now that he’s your brother-in-law?”

She scoffs, laughing. “Don’t remind me.”

-

Chad chants your name along with the crowd, cheering as you appear on stage and began to sing the first song.

Your voice is still as angelic as the first time he heard it in freshman year during karaoke night. He practically swoons when you spot him in the crowd and flash him a smile, people around him screaming as they might have thought it was them you looked at, but he will always know that smile is for him. Only him.

He watches you play the crowd as if it’s your birthright. The audience sing with you, the packed stadium lighting up with the glowing wristbands given at the start of the show.

It’s at the end of the setlist when you begin to talk.

“Before the last song, I would just like to play something extra,” You say, out of breath from the performance. The audience cheers. “This song isn’t even released yet, so I don’t know how it’s gonna go—I didn’t rehearse.” You laugh.

Chad wonders what song it is—you didn’t tell him, typically he’d know if you planned to do something different.

“I wanna dedicate it to somebody in the audience, somebody who…” You scan your eyes to find him in the crowd, and everyone around him gawks. “Somebody who has supported me from the beginning, right there,” You point, and he laughs out of disbelief. “Chad, I love you.”

After a brief moment, you add, “And please don’t make fun of his name, it’s a sensitive topic.”

They laugh as the song begins to play, the boom of the bass overtaking the speakers, and your voice floods the area once again.

Tears line his eyes. You’d played this song for him only once before, but it was so long ago. It was in his dorm room, a few nights after he’d asked you to be his and you gathered the courage to show him songs you’ve worked on. Albeit the original was much less refined, only the bare bones of it, but he’d seen your potential and pushed you to start getting gigs at small places.

The nostalgia takes over like a wave. A tear falls, and unbeknownst to him, a fan films his reaction and posts it even before the concert ends.

-

DELETED SCENE

In your hotel room, you’re awake before Chad. You admire his sleeping features for a moment before you open your phone to see a text message from Anika.

Anika bby <3

saw this on instagram

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You press play, and end up tapping your boyfriend awake.

“Hm?” He murmurs groggily, sleep dripping off his voice. “What?” He rubs his eyes, and stares at you, trying to hold in a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asks.

“You cried last night?” You coo, and can’t help but giggle when he props himself up on his elbow a little too quickly and gets lightheaded.

“Who told you?”

You hand him the phone wordlessly.

He squints while the headache goes away, eyes widening when he finally sees clearly.

He grins at you, “So, what? Can I not cry over the love of my life dedicating a song to me?”

“You’re such a sap,” though you tease him, the prospect warms your heart.

And though he laughs, there’s a ring burning through a hole in his suitcase; if you’re calling him a sap now, he wonders what you’ll do when he makes his speech for your hand in marriage.

[itzrafee]

One Piece Chapter Discussion (Chapter 1125)

A little late with this chapter discussion post but life happens, eh? Anyways, getting to the chapter, we can see that Yamato’s journey continues as Yamato comes across the site of Oden Castle, now being rebuilt. The foreman, Minatomo, is missing. And based on the last page of this cover story it could be the same person who took Minatomo that Yamato stopped just a little while ago. I wonder what the purpose could be behind taking people. Maybe labour, maybe they’re building something, or maybe they’re being experimented on. I previously speculated it could be Holdem, Speed, or Hamlet, but with multiple people being taken it could be one of the higher ups, maybe even Queen or King. They might be the only ones who could actually pose a significant challenge to Yamato. Find the discussion abut the rest of the chapter below the cut!

Right away we get to see Lucci come on board the government ships and claim that he killed Stussy. Now, I don’t think Oda would use valuable panels in understanding Stussy’s struggle to live and move on if she was going to be off screened, so I think it’s safe to assume that she lived and move on to more interesting ideas with that as the base. Ideas such as what this could mean for Lucci. Lucci has been a pretty clear cut bad guy from the beginning. A ruthless killer. Though it’s also clear the rest of the Cipher Pol agents love him. So maybe there’s a lot to Lucci we don’t see. Or maybe the Cipher Pol agents need to find better reasons to live together. Lucci has had an interesting journey. From being defeated by Luffy to then being on the run as Spandam had wanted to blame them for the failures at Enies Lobby to claiming spots as even more prestigious Cipher Pol agents to briefly working alongside the StrawHats to covering for Stussy. His trajectory seems to be one of redemption but very gradually. 

And it’s not just him. It seems a lot of hardline Marines or even uncaring Marines are having their minds slowly changed. With Kizaru going through a lot recently and now Vice Admiral Doberman questioning authority. When you can’t question authority or ask questions that’s when you know you work for an fascist power, and the rest of the Vice Admirals seeing this might trigger another small change. And it’s these small changes that bring down these large institutions of power. When the cracks begin to show and they fall apart. 

We also get a really fast payoff to a small mystery Oda had introduced in Chapter 1123, where Vegapunk stated that the Cloud Factory would be instrumental in humanity’s survival. And now we see how. Not only would it be useful for people fleeing a flooding planet but also in getting the Satellites and Punk Records away from the world government and into the hands of allies such as the Revolutionary Army. We also see York’s smarts and quick thinking in play here where she instantly clocks what’s going on and minimizes the damage to her side. Obviously she’s a bit nearsighted with her goals but she still shares Vegapunk’s genius, which the other satellites acknowledge that they can’t stop her from having. 

This sequence of events is honestly so badass. Edison's reveal and then York quickly taking action. It also seems like the Stella, Vegapunk himself, is well and truly gone. And the satellites and Vegapunk’s brain being the only things remaining. I guess the fruit goes back into circulation but it still applies to his brain as the satellites talk of humanity needing 500 years to utilize it’s benefits? Not totally sure but I hope Oda clears it up. The satellites also plan to dump York’s mostly fully made body, which I guess she was setting up for herself in the future, but that also makes me think that if those bodies are retrieved, that they could serve as the foundation for a pacifista or seraphim type of soldier.

It’s curious how Iva mentions the various giant bridges with the wolf suffix as well as Marejoi’s location on the Red Line and yet the Celestial Dragon’s also question the same event from the other side. While the Celestial Dragons may be despicable, it seems that this world was almost solely designed by Imu. And I like to give Oda the benefit of the doubt when it comes to villains so I feel like Imu must have a reason for doing what they’re doing. Something like a certain anime featuring Giant Robots, Drills, Spirals, and Anti-Spirals. That Imu has a reason to create a world that runs on greed and subjugation and the worst impulses of humanity. I find the reason hard to imagine but maybe it’s something like preventing a tragedy that Imu had already gone through and Imu’s position, so far removed from the people they rule, has blinded them to the suffering of their “subjects”. But also this is the manga where Lucci thought his best option to stop a hostage negotiation was to kill all 500 hostages. So like Imu could also just straight up be pure evil. 

And speaking of pure evil, Saturn finally gets his just deserts and dies in an extremely horrific way. I think Oda made the death even more horrible by adding in the reactions of the Vice Admirals, their sheer terror really sells it.

This chapter also explicitly confirmed to us that Saturn indeed is quite old with this flashback being set over 200 years ago. The way Imu’s power seems to work is that Imu is, much like Joyboy, able to imbue his power into others, giving them the ability to fight on their behalf. Not only does it seem to give the Elders the ability to teleport but also to manifest themselves as sort of like summons wherever one of them goes. I think the concept of Vegapunk and his satellites was introduced to us to ease us into this concept not only with Vegapunk, but maybe even with Luffy and Gear 5. By the way before I keep going on this tangent, I would be remiss to not mention that Joyboy’s Haki is literally a form of Inherited Will passed down across the years. What brilliant thematic consistency.

Anyways, back to Saturn and we see that maybe Imu’s power is what actually kept Saturn alive and immortal over the years, reducing him to bones when he dies. It’s also fascinating to see that Imu’s highest priority isn’t that information leaked or that they got the mother flame, but that Joyboy himself escaped. Is it that Joyboy is that dangerous, or that the existence of Joyoby extends the struggle for Imu or is it an ego thing?

Garling also being introduced as Saturn's replacment also spells pure trouble. His Mac Tonight looking ass is a proven fighter who we've seen torture and (I assume) kill Saint Mjosgard, one of the few Celestial Dragons we've seen be a good person. And his seeming connection to Shanks could set up some interesting conflicts.

Finally, I want to talk about Punk Records and Dragon’s declaration. First of all with Punk records being spirited away, Saturn takes another L. And it seems like he was killed before anyone really found that out too. This has to be one of the most satisfying villain deaths in how it went down. This guy has perpetrated so much evil across his way-too-long a life and it’s nice to see him actually stop being able to do so. Also if he’s this bad, how horrible are the rest of the Elders?  Also I wonder how long Oda had it planned that Punk Records would fly away? From it’s design as a cracked open egg, it seems like he had it in mind since the beginning. And Dragon’s declaration, punctuated by the DON!! sound effect(and not DOOM!! btw) really emphasises the ticking time bomb for this final arc. If things can't get resolved peacefully, the world will plunge into a level of war that it’s maybe never seen. And maybe that’s also what the previous war was about, a fight for habitable land. I wonder if next chapter we will get to Elbaf or if it will be more of Oda tying up loose ends. Either way, I’ll see ya next time!

[dualcoindeity]

A Cafe Conversation

Disclaimer: Ellie is owned by @theliterarywolf and Basan is owned by me

*A man of effeminate appearance with Red Hair styled in a bob and a golden tattoo that resembles a scar across his body and face with a neon green edge to it sits down at a cafe awaiting his beverage when a stern looking woman comes down and plops down on the chair across from him*

???: U.B.S again El?

*The Stern woman looks at the man before sighing*

???: They did reject my proposal again, yes. But that’s not the entire reason why I’m here. Look Basan, One of your students beat the shit out of another student.

Basan: They sent you here for that? D.F.H, those R.T.S.T.B.A.I.T.W.F.T.P.

Ellie: *Looks at him confused* I’m sorry?

Basan: She had it coming. Did she think the other girl liked getting bullied?!

*The Waitress comes by and drops off a Special Coffee by Basan’s side of the table and a Tea by Ellie’s side*

Basan: Thanks. *Takes a Sip from his Coffee* Where was I?

Ellie: The Part about the bullying thing.

Basan: Okay. El, you damn well know what I’d do if I found out one of my Students was being a Bully. That and well, I recruited her because I saw her get bullied.

Ellie: Okay but that was the daughter of-

Basan: D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.T.F.S.A.T? She was Bullying someone, How that girl didn’t expect her victim to fight back is beyond me? Hell if anything the board of D.M.F.R.P.W.A.B.O.C.B should do a better job of raising their Kids not to be M.O.W.C’s but here we are. Fuck I might be the only reason why we have a lack of Team Star Incidents in the Arceus Forsaken Region.

Ellie: Okay…*Sips her Tea nervously, not knowing how to react*

Basan: Anything else?

Ellie: I’ve heard you’ve been sending requests for modified Revaroom’s, Paradox Pokemon, and Ultra Beasts. Why is that?

Basan: *Sips his Coffee* Well Fairness. I mean how many stories have you heard about small town country children defeating Gym Leaders with Multiple Legendaries. I figured we’d have some method of a challenge.

Ellie: Here. Here. *Raises her Teacup in toast to which Basan responds*

Basan: Have you heard runors about that Team that’s been rising up? Ellie: Why are you asking?

Basan: We’ll I’m worried those idiots might go after our students for their organization members.

Ellie: Are you going to join them?

Basan: And If I do? *Sips his Coffee with more force on his handle*

Ellie: Why would you?

Basan: To be an Admin so I can hear out the students who were seduced by their lies from within and try to be a helping hand in the darkness, ya know. *Sips his Coffee with a more relaxed grip* Alternatively I might believe in the cause and maybe the students could defeat me, if I taught them right, or I could want their Pokemon who equivalent’s themselves to a god to be knocked off their throne. It depends really.

Ellie: You do know that you’d get fired for that?

Basan: Yeah, D.I.L.L.A.D.R.C.T.Y? *Observes Ellie Drinking her Tea* My only regret would be brining a smile to those Morons with crowns. Also I’m aware you might fight me if it came down to it.

Ellie: Debatable. *Sips her Tea* Let’s not find out.

Basan: Yeah *Drinks his Coffee, before Ellie drinks her Tea, before the weather outside starts to change from a sunny sky to a heavy Rainstorm*

Ellie: Darn.

Basan: *Looks out the Window* Eh, I’ll get another Cup of Sad Gothelle Style Coffee, you want another Tea?

Ellie: *Pauses for a moment to debate herself for a moment* Eh sure, why not. I need to grade stuff anyways. Besides, Arceus knows if this storm will end.

Basan: If not by this round, I’ll fight it on my way home *Gets up from his seat to go order leaving Ellie to look outside the window, hearing the raindrops violently tap against the glass and the angry howling of the wind in an attempt to unnerve her, as if the future wouldnt*

[sirensea14]

How did you actually come up with mayhem x not cup? It seems like such a weird yet canon ship I love it I want to learn more

Oh i actually had art of that ship waaaaay back before posting on tumblr

Made this around the middle of last year. And then i posted this when i first started tumblr (you long-time fishies/followers out there who was with me with my first post might remember this lol)

From all i could remember from my past-self's thoughts, Not-Cup was, from what i imagined, a hollow and black eyed version of Cuphead that appeared in real Cuphead's dream in the labyrinth. Which is waaaaay different cuz in the canon, its actually just the usual cuphead that we know, except evil with toungue. I was wondering why he was in the Tear—was he an anomaly like mayhem? Was he an illusion like ava and black hat? Or is he smth else like i dunno, a future cuphead that is potentially possessed by an ink machine part? (As you guys know, when a character gets possessed by this shit, their eyes turn black like Cog!Holly, Cog!Cala and Instument!boris and sarah. Except the brush with mick tho, i dunno why is that)

But anyway, this question gets unanswered leaving me to headcanon that he is an "actual" character and not just a manifestation or illusion of the labyrinth. Just like Mayhem who we thought was an illusion till she's revealed to be an actual character in the series. (This question regarding Not-Cup is still unanswered lol, regardless of an answer, im still shipping them)

Now, onto the actual question, well i dunno if u ship cuphead and holly (i do) and if you'd notice, witchbrew is (obviously) a parallel of the colly ship. Colly are in the hero side, while Witchbrew is on the villain side. I would love to see an actual couple be villains, it sucks that theyre always single XD. If Cuphead had his Holly, then why cant Mayhem have her Not-Cup, hm? Nah-uh aint gonna let that happen

And then boom! This shit--i mean ship is created. Lol i dunno if this makes any sense 😭

Also this ship has ties with my theory regarding of Mayhem's origin and if there will be a canon origin of her story thats gonna be different from my theory, well, lets say this might just be a small fanon ship that randomly came outta nowhere XD

Regarding their origin love story, it starts with my theory that Mayhem is the future Holly that is fully possessed by the cog when the questers went to the desert (forgot its name) to finf the machine. Cuphead goes desperate and asks help from a part? (Eh, i really havent thought about how cuphead got possessed lol) And then he teams up with Mayhem.

The problem is, Cuphead did it out of love, regrets (regret that he didnt manage to save holly even tho it wasnt his fault), and guilt. While Mayhem got possessed by the Cog due to her previous connection to it that got stronger. So i this ship, its painfully one-sided. Painful truth.

But when interacting, they act a bit like a bickering couple, Mayhem being the terrifying teaser she is while Not-cup is the sarcastic serious one. Tho he sometimes act like the actual Cuphead Dish from the questers. They may also act a bit like the duplicates of Colly in appearance.

Not-Cup likes to help Mayhem mess with the Questers as they try to hunt down and restore the duo.

And as for Chaos the Cat... I dunno where the fuck does he fit in lol

From what i remember i think i had a digital version of Mayhem's Tango? Its burried deep down in the ocean... Btw Mayhem's tango was inspired by the song "You'll be mine (Alice's Tango)" by Chi-Chi. I also had other songs that i associate mayhem with (mostly its just bendy fansongs lol) but i dunno if u wanna hear abt it :/

Welp i think thats it? I covered up all about teh WitchBrew origins. Send me another ask if my explanation's not clear XD

Im also glad that you love this silly lil ship i made! It was odd seeing someone like it when i expected no to actually like it XD (tho i dunno out there if anyone actually paid attention to my mayhem x not-cup ship way back then cuz it was a bit random) if u want more infos abt them, go on and ask! I have a bit more from store actually... Hidden for so long... (/jk, its just for 2 years lol)

Stars i feel like ive made an essay...

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Happy Ending [13~18]

she came back so they beat the main villain in the dream ...what?

uh… wait is this real?

uh…… erm……

anyway they were finally able to be together clap clap ~

and they kissed! but well I quite enjoyed Zeus' ending, but Klaus' is um well…… what will be the reason? because he's not creaking at all? come to think of it, I haven't seen his blush scg in K2

And, the epilogue!

hihi Al sweet guy why am I getting more attached to other guys in Klaus' route forgive me, you excellency

Anyway, he asked how Klaus was doing, so Liz answered that he completely recovered.

why!! why are you worried about him when he despise you if it was the opposite situation, that mighty emperor wouldn't have worried about you at all

wait what what are you guys talking about oi Solmare shall we have a talk when are you going to throw away this tear stuff let's throw it away please throw away this "saving the one I love with the power of tears" plot will you?? promise me you won't please,,,,,,

no way are you insane why are you willing to put them together you don't remember? you forgot what happened and how the atmosphere ruined in Ch7??

ngl Al is too kind he doesn't have to be worried about those who hate him… well if he's okay with that……

don't ask that don't just casually ask about that sensitive subject what are you doing, you already know they have their personal problems would you please stop it already aaargh

At that time, Al said he might be late for his lecture, and hurried off down the hallway.

okay you can find his backstory in his route~ it's like that, right? okay okay I'll check his story after finishing Hiro's route!

Well she headed to the rooftop balcony to meet Klaus, and…

sorry, what? I have no ability to hear words from the one who became a skewer

and there happened to be another justification for him to appear in the later story the intention is so obvious that it's a bit hilarious though

Anyway, they talked about when he collapsed and fell unconscious.

and she showed him you-know-what photo I hope to tell you how I feel thing

oh I know, it's like something hidden under the bed is revealed well you should've kept your things well

what will you do if that's the case we should use this as a snack at a party haha!

and what the blush on Mr. Stickuphisass what am I seeing am I seeing things

but! cracking? extra point I needed this cracky cracking scene make fun of him this will be our last chance let's fucking make fun of him gogogogo

Anyway, back to the story.

then stop throwing flags so that it won't happen in the future I'm saying this now, but I could already predict your future by seeing you speak that way think twice before you open your mouth from now on I think you are underestimate me ← don't do this shit you guys all should recognize that one day you could be skewers or donuts or whatever

Anyway, she suggested a date.

oh no Klaus' basics in education and learning,,,,,,,

Anyway, that's how Klaus' route came to an end.

what it's not over how

wh..who who the heck is that? I have no idea at all um… maybe he's the mastermind then what about that Taffy-like entity eh

well… anyway, happy ending! clap clap

<Review> It was good! except that stupid climax and stupid magnet charm and stupid perfume shakeout and stupid bunch of death flags and etc But it feels kinda bland, maybe because I watched Zeus' route right before?

I honestly quite wondered how the story would flow; his intimacy with her was already high enough, and we the player already knew his backstory (besides I was quite sure that K-R-S issue wouldn't be covered in K2). So I thought: this K2 should have an emotional conflict, but how? But the writer twisted this situation; a new character named Alfonse appeared, and his relationship with Klaus was used as an emotional conflict… I was kinda surprised by this. In a way, Klaus' route was used to reveal Al's backstory, but that wasn't unpleasant to me. Rather, it appropriately stimulated my curiosity about what the hell happened between the two.

But the one thing that bothers me is, this conflict was only implied and not resolved in Klaus' route. And I'm sure that this will be covered in Al's route, then conversely, his route will be used as a stage for the conflict between the two. And I doubt if Solmare can do this well. I'm kinda worried that what if I end up like "I'm watching Al's route, but why is Klaus being shown more and his emotional line being emphasized more?" Well… I have no choice but trust the writer But really, I'm kinda scared. The conflict between the two is already serious, and Klaus finds out there's something between Al and Liz? While he has a crush on her? oh no

About the character Klaus… demanding, intimidating, sharp tongue, the manner of a superior… like that. In K1, his characteristics felt relatively emphasized since Liz was a novice provisional student. However, as she grew up after the cataclysm, the sense of hierarchy and vertical distance between the two was greatly resolved. But in my personal opinion, if I only consider characteristics, I'd rather give K1 a higher score. Of course it's obvious that K2 is much better as a romantic partner (compared to K1, I mean), but what can I say... it feels like his characteristics have also been diluted in the process of diluting all the negative elements of K1? Those elements are subtly revealed when dealing with other characters (especially Al), but well. This evaluation might change if I see Al's route later. Perhaps his behavior will be more severe and drastic than K1… I'm not sure though.

<Trivia> I don't have much time to post since the semester started plus translating takes more time than I think Anyway, I might start Hiro's route on Tuesday or Thursday, but I guess the upload term will be irregular. Considering that I have midterm in April, I'll probably not be able to finish Hiro's until May. huh

[silvermeww]

12. An unpopular character you like? (and why more people should like them)

asdfghjk THANKS FOR THE ASK I'M GIVING YOU SO MUCH <33 RN

Ooh, hmm, this'll be fun. there are so many examples in pokeani and honestly some are a little eh, but then I remembered how almost every comment I see about 'worse' characters seem to include Max and I just don't get it?? How can anyone hate him??

(fun fact, when I was first watching him - in dub mind you - I also really didn't like him much. but I was coming off from the end of the OG, which was pretty sad considering who we lost, and tbh especially in 4kids early seasons dub EVERYONE was pretty unlikeable. I think I hated almost everyone back in the early gens at some point lol; I can be real vindicative but I think watching the whole thing taught me to take my time before judging stuff :v)

But yeah!! I really don't get the hate. Oh, so he said that Ash sucked for getting 8th place in the Silver Conference - can we all remember that a) legit kid and b) he's seeing this guy lose to an evolved starter from his own region of the SAME type as Ash's. It's like watching a Venasaur lose to Meganium if you're from Kanto; you'll be feeling pretty patriotic and stuff too ngl, especially if you don't have any battle experience yet.

But he acts so smart - Yes, and?? I don't see anyone talk about how Gary was coming up in the first season spouting random facts only to lose in the prelims and get a lower place than Ash. Again, I wish that people remember that Max is the kid of a Gym Leader, who reads and watches Leagues to make up for not being able to watc the Gym Battles taking place under the same roof, who dreams of becoming as strong if not stronger than his father. He's going to have high expectations. He's going to think that knowledge is everything. He's going to show off as much as he can, to make up for the fact that he's the only one in the group who isn't a Trainer. And I love how he learns that you have to actually interact with Pokemon to learn what it's all about, that you can't replace experience, that you can still experience things now even if you are too young to start. There isn't a limit to going out and interacting with the world. He doesn't have to wait. He's allowed to make mistakes and own up and not know stuff and grow, now and in the future. In a way, he's learning the same things as May, and I think that's wonderful.

And while I wish that he could've gotten a Pokemon while on the journey (one that he could keep à la XY with Bonnie), I'm fine with what he had in Advanced. He got to see Gym Battles. He got to travel two (2) regions. He got to see different aspects of being a Trainer, as a Coordinator and as a Breeder/Doctor. He got the recognition of his father in the end and was able to get into the Gym business. He got to play and learn with so many Pokemon and just act his age for once, instead of having to grow up to make up the percieved difference (wrongly percieved, might I add). Dang it, he brefriended two Mythical Pokemon (Jirachi and that other Deoxys). I dunno, he's doing pretty well for himself. Sure he's snappish and remarks on a bunch of stuff, but AG is full of that (ugh Ash was on another level, especially in Hoenn) (we don't talk about flat Brock) and S1 Kanto was way worse.

Anyways everyone go out and appreciate this goober. He did not bond with this Ralts for nothing and I swear I did not cry in this ep just for everyone to hate him. His character growth was awesome and if we ever get a Chronicles 2.0 I need to see his journey (the kids that go with Ash legit get such powerful Pokemon I fear for the competition lol).

[ggren-mainz]

Umineko - question arcs playthrough -> ep 1 - 7

last part - All parts and episodes - next part

If i continue like this i might en up needing to make a master list with all the links, cause apparently there's a limit to how many links and photos you can have in one post. Oh well, an issue for future me.

The witch! It's the witch! They're real and very witchy!! Death to non-believers!!

Ok but a non-witch theory, hmm it wouldn't be impossible for someone to fake all of these, at least for now it's pretty simple. And the butterflies could be just a trick of light. But eh, it's more fun to think that witches exist now, isn't it?

Betting on them discovering a body or something like that.

Dead dead DEAD D E A D.

The perfect stuck together with a body mystery, am I right? Can't get out of the island, no contact with the outside. Reminds me of that one Agatha Christie play (and i do know this is a very common theme in her works but this is the one i saw) The Mousetrap. Very fun.

Hell yeah, erasing the evidence. Gonna help the mystery for sure.

oooh la la, 2 with one stone, not like i am complaining! But unfortunately i do know that he will live so yeah. All else i know is that George, Jessica, Kanon and Sayo live at least until answers arc, Rosa at least until ch2 where she pulls out a gun(????) and Beatrice and Battler the entire game. yeah, that's kind of it.

ok wait a second let's think. This makes...5 people.

... so prob someone else is also missing which would make 6. Huh so this is...the start of the witch's epitath huh. And i assume the two who are close are Sayo and George. We also know at least 5 people will be left alive after the 3rd night. Interesting.

Natsuhi Entered Kinzo's study and he basically said she's an Ushiromya in her heart, and he's so right. She does everything for this damned family, while the siblings all try to tear it apart. You might be insane and probably evil Kinzo, but this one was right. Even a broken clock is right twice a day or something.

Still waiting for the toxic yuri + hate sex between these two. Bet it exists.

yep, knew it. Well there goes the 6th one. Now as I have mentioned, i know they aren't dead but i am curious over where they are and what will happen to them

wait huh did they find their bodies?? one body? someone's body, or at least someone gravely hurt??

I was about to say that I hope Maria doesn't join them. Good cause i doubt it will be a pleasant sight.

Ooook.... I don't know if i should say i expected this or not. Like on one hand i did, on another i didn't. So they'll come back but...how? I am sure they will, at least some of them but again...how??? Love Jessica's voice acting tho.

Back with the bold text, and yeaa... yea. Poor battler, i genuinely feel so bad for him. And i wonder how Maria will react, thank god she didn't come.

Also thought, but was Natsuhi supposed to be one of the victims, but because of the charm she was saved? And mayhap Gohda was taken instead of her? Just an idea. Also the tips represent how much their faces were fucked up, good to know. And also probably where they were originally stabbed, looking at the other red dots. Quite small tho...

Gosh this is so depressing... Poor George, poor Jessica, poor Battler, poor Maria POOR EVERYONE.

THAT'S THE KEY! The key that chose them! I think at least, because it seems like a pretty unimportant detail to press so much on, and especially draw like this.

So basically after this Kumasawa comes and cries about blood in the dining room, and after a bit of investigation they conclude that that must be the crime scene. They all leave with a bitter taste in their mouth. And after that the most unexpected thing happens (sarcastic)

yeppp....no one expected this.

I wonder if the typhoon will last longer, as for all of the days said in the epitaph to happen. I mean it would be a bit anticlimactic if the police just arrived and they're all escorted.

Anyways just realized i talked a lot here and i should've probably cut it up at the end of last chapter ooopsss. See you next post ;P

next part

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #297: FUTURES IMPERFECT!

November, 1988

The CLASH That WRECKED The Avengers!

Seems to be wrecking Nebula instead.

Which. I’m pretty okay with.

Not sure when she changed back into the Kang outfit. Or why she changed back into the Kang outfit.

Eh.

So last times in East Coast Avengers: Dr Druid manipulated and connived and undermined and election frauded his way to chairmanship of the Avengers. Due to ominous sex dreams, he was convinced that a great calamity was coming and only the Avengers could stop it and only he could get the team in shape to stop it. Because Captain Marvel was too soft with her -checks notes- not wanting to kill people if it could be avoided.

Then it turns out that the ominous sex dream lady was actually Nebula Kang, manipulating Dr Druid’s sense of self-importance so she could get control over the Avengers. With Dr Druid under her thumb and the Avengers under Dr Druid’s thumb, she plans to go to the Bubble at the Heart of Time to get some super-duper-uber weapon to overshadow all other weapons and. Just be the boss of everything, I guess.

The Kangs of the Kang Klubhouse belatedly realize that Nebula infiltrated them and stole all their technology. A team of three Kangs, one of which is named Fred, try to stop her but arrive too late.

Nebula and the Avengers took off in an FTL-enabled Quinjet and after a lot of timebulance, arrive at the Bubble at the Heart of Time.

Which sure is a big, red bubble-shaped thing.

Nebula announces that the Best Weapon will be hers!

Thor asks what the best weapon even is but Nebula says he’s on a need-to-know basis.

She-Hulk: “You don’t know, do you? You actually don’t know what the weapon is!”

Nebula Kang: “Shut up, She-Hulk! I’ll thank you to speak only when you’re spoken to!”

Hah.

I love that She-Hulk’s sass is so strong that even under mind-control, she’s tossing barbs at her boss.

Nebula implicitly admits that she doesn’t actually know by saying that the Council of Cross-Time Kangs want it and that’s a good enough reason for her.

Also, then thousands of Quinjets show up.

The Quinjets are indistinct “phantoms of light!”

Team Nebula can’t even tell who is in the cockpits of the other Quinjets. But they’re all racing in the same direction and some of them are getting ahead of Team Nebula.

Nebula Kang speculates that their presence is generating probability shadows. Or something.

She then also gets paranoid that they’re not shadows, they’re other Avengers teams from other timelines who might get to the prize first!

So she tells Black Knight to get out on the bow of the craft and swing the Ebony Blade at any Quinjet that gets in their way. And for Thor to get out there too and make the Quinjet go faster with his hammer, somehow.

It’s cool though. Black Knight says that his helmet, the one with a big opening for his lower face, protects him from the icy vacuum of space. Well, also his state of being super cursed.

Team Nebula’s Quinjet passes “a great metropolis of the future!” for exactly one panel before the city disappears.

Marvel wiki says this city never shows up again. It is entirely pointless. Or a point that Simonson never got around to.

Anyway, Black Knight claims they’ve broken through the outer shell of the bubble. Now they’re passing over weird landscapes and other cities. Since they’ve broken through, Nebula Kang orders Black Knight and Thor back inside the Quinjet.

Meanwhile?, back at Hydrobase, the three Kangs complain about arriving too late to stop Nebula Kang.

Then they realize that they’re all time travelers, duh.

Like. Duh.

They just hop back ten minutes before the Quinjet left.

Before the Quinjet leaves, the three Kangs sneak up to the Quinjet and attach themselves to the underside of the wing.

This is some goofy shit for Kangs to do.

I kind of love it.

Anyway.

Back at the Avengers’ present time.

Nebula Kang notices that they’re consuming fuel faster than they should be. Also, the weird, wacky settings they keep flying through? Just more phantoms. Or maybe their Quinjet is a phantom to the settings inside the bubble?

They just fly through the weird cityscape. Literally through. And then the city dissolves and the Quinjet hits more time turbulence.

Mesozoic Kang loses his grip on the Quinjet, flies off into the time turbulence, and ceases to exist.

Aw, Mesozoic Kang you waste of a character, we barely knew you. We only knew your name and that you were a fighty boy, basically.

Inside the Quinjet, Nebula realizes that they haven’t actually penetrated the bubble. They just keep skating around its surface. Except with more time words like flux and local time track.

What she thinks the problem is, is that only the Avengers can get into the bubble and she’s not an Avenger!

She orders Dr Druid to nominate her to the team and for everyone else to vote her in.

Aw, dammit, does that mean Nebula Kang needs to be included in lists now?

Hm. Marvel wiki does list her as joining the team in this issue.

Dammit.

Just to be sure that this Avengers roster of Dr Druid, Nebula Kang, Thor, She-Hulk, and Black Knight is the right Avengers roster to penetrate the bubble, she has Dr Druid precognitively scan each one to see if he sees a future of them getting into the bubble.

Sure, that makes sense!

Hrrg. This idea that the right combination of Avengers is like a combination lock is annoying me. The idea that the Kangs presented is that it was more that an Avengers team would eventually get in but I guess Nebula Kang is just a big dumbass who heard it the wrong way.

Anyway, after a scan, Dr Druid declares that Thor is very definitely one of the correct people. Which corresponds with what the Kangs have said.

She-Hulk gets a maybe. Dr Druid’s precognition senses a woman will be in the group but he can’t say for sure its She-Hulk.

Annnd Black Knight’s future scan just shows a void.

Ah ha, clearly, he’s not supposed to be here!

Nebula Kang orders Black Knight to jump out of the Quinjet.

He’s mind-controlled so he’s perfectly happy to do it. But he can’t actually do it because of the muscle stiffness caused by the super curse afflicting him.

Nebula Kang loses patience and tells She-Hulk to throw Black Knight overboard.

Black Knight: “Thank you, Jennifer. Sorry I was unequal to the effort.”

She-Hulk: “No problem, Dane. Good-bye.”

Snrrk.

Its probably horrifying that this level of mind-control also forces you to thank someone for killing you. But its so casual that I have to laugh.

The two Kangs stowing away on the underside of the ship panic when Black Knight gets ejected. Because he might be one of the Avengers that’s going to get into the time bubble. Dr Druid’s precognitive scanning is very likely to be unreliable!

So Beard Kang catches Black Knight with a tractor beam. The Avenger has passed out from the stress but is safe from flying off into nothing.

Beard Kang also deduces that Nebula Kang is doomed to fail in this attempt. If for no other reason than the two Kangs hanging out will passively negate her efforts to force her way into the bubble with some random Avengers.

But even so, Beard Kang decides the Kangs need to act before Nebula Kang and her stubbornness destroys the Quinjet and everyone aboard, attached to the outside, and floating like twenty feet behind the ship.

Fred Kang has been spending this time decrypting the mindbenders attached to the Avengers. He’s not finished but he can at least overload the mindbenders attached to Thor and hope he survives the attempt.

(Given that Thor is the One Dude they know for sure is predestined to penetrate the bubble, its a big gamble to use him as the guinea pig, holy shit.)

Thor doesn’t seem to regain his right mind. He’s not talking at all. But overloading the mindbenders drives him in a rage and he’s not taking orders anymore.

He tries to SMASH Nebula Kang. She dodges out of the way and orders She-Hulk to grab him.

She-Hulk can’t hold him for long because he’s truly gone berserk. So Nebula Kang decides, fuck it, she’ll just kill Thor rather than risk dealing with a Thor she can’t control.

And the Kang-armor she’s wearing has enough power to do it.

Which is probably why she put it on between issues. Good to know. Or speculate.

Fred Kang decides he’s gotta stop her (because of Thor being The One Guy they know for sure penetrates the bubble). So while Beard Kang keeps working on deactivating the mindbender on Black Knight.

So Fred climbs up on the wing so Nebula Kang can see him, drawing her attention from Thor.

And the analysis on She-Hulk’s mindbender completes so he also deactivates it.

She-Hulk is very put out.

She-Hulk: “My thoughts! I’m free again! Oh, my god, woman! What have you done to me? And with this little thing! You’ve made me kill Dane! You’ve used me like garbage! I swear I’ll kill you if its the last thing I do!”

Panicked, Nebula Kang steers into the time turbulence, to disorient She-Hulk.

Nebula Kang probably wasn’t thinking about this with a She-Hulk staring her in the face but the turbulence also knocks the two remaining Kangs off the Quinjet.

Before they disappear, one of the Kangs zkeeek!s Black Knight’s mindbender at the last moment.

Black Knight has his own mind again and regains consciousness just in time to realize ‘oh shit!’

Without Kangs here, the tractor beam starts weakening. So he increases the power of his exoskeleton and climbs back toward the Quinjet.

Can’t say I know what he’s climbing though. The beam?

The turbulence hasn’t cooled She-Hulk’s temper and she tries to go after Nebula Kang.

Apparently, the mindbender overload that put Thor in an indiscriminate fury has worn off and he’s back to being Nebula Kang’s muscle. She orders Thor to protect her and he intercepts She-Hulk.

Thor: “Desist, Jennifer, and I will slay thee as gently as possible!”

She-Hulk: “I can’t say the same, Goldilocks! In fact, now that you mention it, I can see I had the wrong idea! I’m putting you out of your misery here and now, Thor! And this last punch ought to do it!”

And She-Hulk whallops Thor and knocks his head through the cockpit window.

Wow, good thing there’s no vacuum out there, I guess?

Thor: “Uhhh! Jennifer, enough! I am myself again! Thou hast shattered the electronic demons which held me fettered! And though I have a headache that even mortal wonder drugs could not cure... I have never felt so alive, so ready to fight in all my days!”

Nebula Kang scrapes the bottom of the barrel and commands Dr Druid to protect her.

Dr Druid versus She-Hulk and Thor goes as you’d think.

Enjoy the concussion, dick.

(There is something very funny about Dr Druid declaring his superior mind and then just using a tackle.)

Black Knight finishes climbing up an energy beam?? and climbs back inside the Quinjet. Easy since there’s now a giant hole in the window.

Since nobody is actually piloting the thing, he grabs the controls and steers away from the time bubble.

She-Hulk is thrilled to see she didn’t toss him out to his death after all and Black Knight asks that maybe they stop breaking the ship, please?

She-Hulk, to Nebula: “There’s only one thing here I’m going to destroy! When we’re done, honey, they aren’t going to be able to pick you up with a sieve!”

She-Hulk starts tearing apart Nebula Kang’s Kang outfit. To Nebula Kang’s shock, since the Kang armor is “designed to withstand the fury of cosmic storms!”

She-Hulk: “Maybe you better sue the manufacturer!”

Hah!

Nebula Kang doesn’t really have a lot of ground to complain since she did steal this equipment.

She-Hulk gets ready to punch Nebula Kang, despite Thor protesting that’d kill her, but Nebula Kang wiggles loose.

Nebula Kang: “All right, Avengers! You’ve had your chance! Maybe I should have killed you all in the first place... But it’s still not too late for that end! When you’re dead, the Kangs will never be able to retrieve the great weapon either! I’ve got enough reserve power to teleport out of here! The energy unleashed will fry this entire cockpit... and all of you with it!”

Except when she activates the teleport, all it does is electrocute her, because of the damage to the armor.

Hah and I say hah.

Thor uses his hammer to absorb the energy coming off Nebula Kang, to prevent damage to the Quinjet controls.

Black Knight finally manages to steer away from the time bubble. On their way out, they spot another illusory Quinjet headed towards the bubble with Thor and She-Hulk in the cockpit.

There’s in fact, a lot of illusory Quinjets still heading toward the bubble. One of the Quinjets flies toward the bubble which opens before it.

Guess those’re the guys that get to learn what all this nonsense is about.

BUT APPARENTLY the bubble opening up creates suction and the suction sucks Nebula Kang right out of the hole in the cockpit window. And Dr Druid? Why, he tries to grab her and gets sucked out too.

The love the dull expressions on the Avengers as teammate and chairman Dr Druid gets sucked into a time hole.

They’re like “Eh.”

They’re maybe too charitable to think “and nothing of value was lost” but I’ll do it for them.

And I can finally say Dr Druid isn’t here and for good reason.

Thor tells Black Knight to take them home.

Black Knight: “With pleasure, Thor. There is nothing more to be done here.”

But secretly She-Hulk is thinking that she wished she had killed Nebula Kang, because this whole terrible day cost Jen everything, even her self-respect. “After this, nothing will ever be the same again.”

And so they go home. BWRAM!ing on their FTL Quinjet. Back to Hydrobase.

And there’s only two pages left so everything happens really quickly.

When they arrive, Jarvis (hi Jarvis!) asks what happened to Dr Druid. Thor simply replies that Dr Druid won’t be coming back. And when Jarvis asks about the mysterious lady he sorta but doesn’t really remember, Thor tells him less said the better.

Thor pulls off Jarvis’ mindbender, since its apparently deactivated now that Nebula Kang is gone. Or now that she fell into a time hole and doesn’t exist? Or whatever?

Whatever.

Anyway, She-Hulk suddenly announces that she’s quitting the team.

She-Hulk: “She made me do horrible things! Things that were partly from inside my own soul. I’m not sure how I can live with that. I need time to think, time to heal, time to be alone. I... I just can’t bear to see either of you looking at me now.”

Instead of trying to talk her out of it, Thor is just like ‘alright, bye.’

IN FAIRNESS, he does tell her that nothing he’s not holding anything against her from when Nebula Kang was controlling their brains but Jen’s not hearing it.

This is all very sudden! Like, yeah, She-Hulk has that thought bubble where she’s thinking how she lost her self-respect or whatever but still!

And with Dr Druid gone (finally) and She-Hulk quitting, the Avengers is down to just Thor and Black Knight.

Except not.

Thor decides that he’s going to do some Asgard stuff and Black Knight is going with him because of a conversation they apparently had in Thor #396.

Jarvis: “But... what of the Avengers, Master Thor?”

Thor: “They were a team... and now the team is gone, loyal friend.”

Hey, fuck you.

Okay, so. This is also sudden. Apparently, Thor tried contacting the reserve members off-panel and nobody is available. And he doesn’t have time to bother training newbies.

Thor: “I have notified the West Coast Avengers of our dissolution. If any can be spared, perhaps... who can say? And there are other heroes still. But to me, the Avengers stood foremost in honor and in courage. Their glory and tradition shall not tarnish with age. Farewell.”

I think someone should just tell the West Coast Avengers that they’re the Avengers now. And if the New York... uh, Hydrobase team reforms, they have to go by the East Coast Avengers.

This is so stupid.

They JUST set up an expensive new base and Thor is like ‘eh.’

“Eh” is for Dr Druid dying, not for disbanding the Avengers!

I should also add that this makes Jarvis unemployed and he just got out of the hospital to start doing his job again.

What a bummer.

Jarvis locks up and leaves, missing the incoming big crossover alarm.

Obviously, the Avengers book isn’t ending here.

The Worst Roster is upcoming in only a few issues. There’s an Inferno tie-in. There’s so much going on.

But I don’t have to like how we got here.

This story didn’t have to be bad. Well-meaning but self-aggrandizing jackass weasels his way to the leadership of the Avengers and is actually under the thumb of a supervillain is not a bad concept.

Its actually a good one!

Simonson blows it in, like, one issue.

The Avengers don’t even get a regular story with Dr Druid as their leader before he’s trying to kill people for being too ornery to control.

And then it turns out that Nebula Kang just has better mind control tech. So she didn’t even need to try to use a robot dinosaur to kill Thor.

I think this would have been better if there had been a couple stories with Dr Druid being a terrible leader but where She-Hulk and Black Knight (under his influence) insist he’s doing a great job to Thor’s increasing frustration.

But this story can’t actually be told well because Simonson wants to clear the deck for a new roster all his own. He inherited the Captain Marvel, Namor, Marrina, Black Knight, Dr Druid, Thor, She-Hulk team from Stern. And getting rid of Monica was clearly editorial influence. But Simonson also doesn’t seem to want to build on what Stern had been doing, he wants to write the Worst Roster.

I’m maybe being unfair.

But this story arc has been a drag.

This whole stupid time bubble story that isn’t even a story, its to foreshadow another future time bubble story Simonson wants to write, making its early appearance pointless except to get rid of characters he doesn’t want to write.

Nebula Kang forces the Avengers to go to some time bubble. Some Kangs hang onto the outside of a Quinjet and fall off (admittedly funny). The Avengers wrassle with Nebula Kang inside a Quinjet. Dr Druid dies. Then the Avengers go home and dissolve the team.

There are graceful ways to nudge a book towards what you want to be writing but this wasn’t it.

And I know there’s a lot more editorial pressure hitting the writers in this era and I don’t know how much of that was at play.

But so far? Simonson is not a good Avengers writer.

His run isn’t over. I’ll give the Worst Roster a fair shake.

Things that seem dumb conceptually can often be awesome. See, for example, Frog Thor, from good Thor writer Simonson.

There’s another East Coast Avengers issue next week because I have to sync the books up for Evolutionary War. A post that will probably kill me because the event crosses eleven annuals. I’ll only be giving a lot of focus to Avengers and West Coast Avengers but I’ll have to at least skim the other annuals since they all (supposedly) tell one story.

Ugh.

At least Dr Druid is dead forever.

That cheers me up.

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